The Black-Haired Baby

"Loki, I'm pregnant."

"You're pregnant?"

Loki repeated to his wife Sigyn, who had a worried look on her face because of how her husband reacted.

"This is marvelous my darling. Just marvelous." He said with a smile.

Sigyn's face flooded with relief and joy, pleased that he wanted the baby. She thought he would, but you can't tell with Loki.

"I don't want to tell the others yet, not yet." She said, leaning her head on his chest.

"Yes, now isn't the time." He agreed, running his fingers through her blonde locks.

-/-

Loki sat in the library of Stark Tower, thinking about the pregnancy.

The poor child will be tainted with his Jotunn blood, he thought to himself.

Poor Sigyn, my poor little minx, carrying my child, who could be born with the looks of a Jotunn. He continued thinking.

I hope she loves the poor thing, even if it looks like me in my Jotunn form.

His thoughts were interrupted by Tony who walked into the room while he was thinking.

"What's up Butterfingers?" He said, searching the shelves for a book on cooking. (He was going to attempt to make breakfast for Pepper.)

"Trying to recall old spells I learned as a child." He lied.

"Sounds boring." Tony responded, trying to reach a book on the top shelf.

Loki chuckled lightly upon seeing the man who had an ego larger than Asia have trouble reaching a simple book.

"Having trouble Stark?" He asked, obviously amused.

"No.." The very short philanthropist snapped.

Loki chuckled again and got up and grabbed the book easily.

"Here."

"Thanks." Tony said, madder than hell, and he walked out.